Since I last wrote a blog entry, only a poxy 18 months have passed. Son of a gun, how time does fly. So, a new blog name, a new design and the blog's new lease of life.
I realised I shouldn't be tied down to the fact that the blog was formerly focussed on South Africa. I will just change the name! Nor should I worry that blogging is often perceived as being somewhat 'self indulgent' (to quote the kindest term I've heard used). When I read my posts back, it's like leafing through an old diary; nostalgic and comforting. So if that's self-indulgence then so be it.
Quite a bit has happened over the past year and a half and similarly, lots of exciting things are imminent. I'm going to stick to what I love best and write you a little list.
1) I returned from an extraordinary year living in South Africa. Nothing will ever tarnish the memories I made during 2012.
2) I'm living at home and loving every minute..! You can guarantee I'll be the one out of us four still living here when I'm 30.
3) Rog & I survived (barely) a year of long distance. After a few trips out to Cape Town on my end and one to the UK on his end, we decided enough was enough and he has now settled in the Big Smoke that is London. I am very happy to have him here.
4) I have been working with children with Special Needs since returning, a job that has been fulfilling, demanding and emotional all muddled into one. This September I am starting a masters in Clinical Nutrition which is an exciting new step for me.
5) My big brother Matt and wonderful girlfriend Thitima are engaged and Emma and I will be the proud bridesmaids this May.
6) I took a fantastic trip to San Diego ("drink it in, it always goes down smooth") in February to visit Mum & Dad. It was a very special time of sunshine, cycling and salads.
7) Emma and I are off to Central America next week for some culture seizing, volcano hiking and rum drinking gaiety/ exuberance/ merrymaking (what brilliant words).
8) This is the year I get a dog.
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Friday, 21 March 2014
Thursday, 7 June 2012
London life
So I'm back in sunny London. Well at least it was yesterday. Today -not so much. Quite the opposite in fact, delightfully pissing it down all day.
Made my way to the South African embassy (very reluctantly) and it was almost a disaster situation when the bitch (excuse my french)told me I didn't have 'the correct letter' (meaning that I hadn't specified exactly when I'd be coming back). She left me no choice -I had to cry. So I did...and it worked (thank god, otherwise I would have just been a blubbering idiot).
So I can breathe a large sigh of relief that I won't be illegally in the country anymore...winner.
On to coffee and frozen yoghurt at my new favourite coffee shop Artisan, on the upper Richmond Road, with the lovely Lucy Cameron before heading to the South African shop on Putney High Street. Strangely enough it felt so nice and familiar and it's comforting to realise that I have 2 places I can call home now.
It was then time to go home for dinner party preparations.
8 of my bessie mates are coming for sups tonight and on the menu we have vegetable lasagne and pavlova (passion fruit of course). Mummy & I had a lovely afternoon preparing...I have missed cooking a lot.
More to come tomorrow. Let's hope its yummy...
Made my way to the South African embassy (very reluctantly) and it was almost a disaster situation when the bitch (excuse my french)told me I didn't have 'the correct letter' (meaning that I hadn't specified exactly when I'd be coming back). She left me no choice -I had to cry. So I did...and it worked (thank god, otherwise I would have just been a blubbering idiot).
So I can breathe a large sigh of relief that I won't be illegally in the country anymore...winner.
On to coffee and frozen yoghurt at my new favourite coffee shop Artisan, on the upper Richmond Road, with the lovely Lucy Cameron before heading to the South African shop on Putney High Street. Strangely enough it felt so nice and familiar and it's comforting to realise that I have 2 places I can call home now.
It was then time to go home for dinner party preparations.
8 of my bessie mates are coming for sups tonight and on the menu we have vegetable lasagne and pavlova (passion fruit of course). Mummy & I had a lovely afternoon preparing...I have missed cooking a lot.
More to come tomorrow. Let's hope its yummy...
Saturday, 28 April 2012
Sunday Braai-day Sunday
What comes to mind when you think of Sundays in London? Is it
lazy mornings reading the paper and drinking coffee? Is it brunch and beer with
friends in the pub? Maybe it’s a pyjama and movie day at home with family. In my
opinion, quite frankly these all sound quite delicious.
You can basically fill it with anything you choose but ultimately what you will have is the best toasted sandwich you’ve ever tasted. Enjoy and let me know how yours goes.
Ask a South African what constitutes a happy Sunday and I’m sure
90% will mention the word ‘braai’. For those that don’t know what a braai is, I
will explain. A braai is an all-day social gathering involving family and
friends, drinking and cooking food slowly on an open fire made from wood and
coal. Some of you I bet will be thinking, ‘so it’s basically a BBQ’. Well my
friends, I have to say I would pretty much agree with this statement. Tell a
South African that a braai is the same as a BBQ however and you will get a
death stare I can guarantee you.
Having lived with a South African (male I may add) for the past
4 months, I have been introduced to and educated into the world of braai’ing. Every
young guy knows how to perform this hereditary South African-ism and each is
very proud of the fact they he can start his own fire. To be quite honest, get
a bloke in front of any kind of fire, be it an open fire or a gas barbecue and
they instantly feel a little bit more masculine.
Any other day of the week, they won’t be caught dead in the
kitchen but when it comes to this very significant occasion, it is quite
strictly no women allowed. Actually, let me correct my ‘no women allowed’
statement. Of course we all know that during an English BBQ or SA braai, the
women are designated as the salad makers (which by the way we always rock).
There is 2 ways you can make a braai. One is with wood and coal
and the other is just with wood. If you are going to do the latter, your wood
needs to be of good quality (this means a nice dry batch). Either way, the wood
needs to turn to coal and/or the coals smoldering to a temperature where you
can hold your hand over the heat for approximately 3 seconds before you are
forced to remove it. At this time, you know it’s on. The meat can be added. In England,
it’s quite simple –you turn the gas on and go grab a beer while it heats up. In
the background, you will ultimately hear someone asking, ‘what time will the
food be ready?’ This statement would not be received well at a South African
braai, let me tell you. This is a whole day event people, we don’t have a time
schedule - we simply enjoy the pleasure of our friends company while not
worrying about intermittent rain ruining our lovely day.
As the women look out of the kitchen and see that the coals look
ready, they will be putting the potato bake in the oven assuming that the meat
is just about to go on. But as they turn around again after closing the oven
door, they notice that one of the men has added more wood to the fire god damn
it.
So what exactly does one ‘braai’? When a barbeque springs to
mind, I’m sure most of you in the UK envisage burgers and sausages and if you’re
lucky steak (not forgetting the delicious array of potato salad, couscous
salad, greens and other beauty’s prepared by us girls). The South African equivalent
is quite different. The meat may include lamb chops, pork chops, beef steaks, chicken
spatchcock, chicken wings, boerewors (I’ll come to that another time). A more elaborate
braai could even include various game such as kudu, springbok, gemsbok etc.
So while these meats are being marinated, spiced or quite simply
taken out of their packaging, the women are slaving away to make the delicious accompaniments.
I have had the pleasure of trying the following, and believe me I’m sure there
are many more:
-Butternut squash (just called butternut here, oh by the way
South Africans LOVE to abbreviate words) halved down the middle stuffed with
spinach and feta, or simply brown onion soup granules.
-Gem squash which is a more stringy vegetable that looks a bit
like a small melon with a generous dollop of butter in the middle.
-They also love to peel whole onions, wrap them in foil and bung
them on the coals.
These 3 examples may not seem too out of the ordinary to the
average Brit, but let me tell you, when I found out that people even braai
sandwiches, even I was taken aback (this coming from someone who has eaten
scorpions in China). For the lazy braai-er, SA supermarkets stock ‘braai rolls’,
a ready-made sandwich if you will that you quite simply chuck on with the rest
of the food. I am going to give you a recipe for my slightly more pimped up
version.
Maddy’s braai roasted sandwiches
You will need:
Bread (any you choose but ciabatta works well)
Butter
Cheese (any really but my favourite is goats cheese or brie)
Tomatoes
Onions
Some sort of delicious relish or chutney
Method:
1)Spread butter inside and out of the bread
2)Fill your sandwich with the cheese, tomatoes and onions,
season with black pepper and flaked sea salt and top with a layer of the
chutney or relish
3)Close tightly and ceremoniously march to the fire.
4)High above the coals, carefully braai until it looks bursting
at the seams with deliciousness (be warned, these bad boys cook quickly)
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